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It frightens me, To sit in thought, To think before men have been shot, To keep alive, A lie so huge, It blinds this world in dark deluge. In advocation, Of a thought, That's left this world in shock, Distraught; On their knees to say and pray, Every night, And every day, To a Lord they think so far away, A code of ethics; "Hate the gays!" To sit alone in blinding trance, Let slip all ideas of chance, "This world did not come to be, Millions of years ago, no, listen to me, Your lies of science, Can't you see? The governments conspiracy." It frightens me to know there are, Men who don't look very far, They keep it down, so low, the bar, Of humanity. "Can't you see, We're meant to be, Conformed in happy unity? Can't you see, God is meant to be, The path of the ones who are truly free? No, because you're ignorant; You're a disbelieving infant." "Someday you will, Be judged in Hell, To live eternity, In pain and yell, 'I'm wrong and sorry, Can't you tell? Save me from the grace I fell.'"
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Sep 7, 2010
Sep 7, 2010 at 4:36 PM UTC
And All His Mortal Men.
It frightens me, To sit in thought, To think before men have been shot, To keep alive, A lie so huge, It blinds this world in dark deluge. In advocation, Of a thought, That's left this world in shock, Distraught; On their knees to say and pray, Every night, And every day, To a Lord they think so far away, A code of ethics; "Hate the gays!" To sit alone in blinding trance, Let slip all ideas of chance, "This world did not come to be, Millions of years ago, no, listen to me, Your lies of science, Can't you see? The governments conspiracy." It frightens me to know there are, Men who don't look very far, They keep it down, so low, the bar, Of humanity. "Can't you see, We're meant to be, Conformed in happy unity? Can't you see, God is meant to be, The path of the ones who are truly free? No, because you're ignorant; You're a disbelieving infant." "Someday you will, Be judged in Hell, To live eternity, In pain and yell, 'I'm wrong and sorry, Can't you tell? Save me from the grace I fell.'"
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Sep 7, 2010
Sep 7, 2010 at 4:36 PM UTC
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